Page 59 of Save Her from Me

Then a figure appeared in my doorway.

Jackson stood in the frame, that same energy coiling around him that I was rapidly growing addicted to.

“Cracked the code,” I whispered.

Nerves caught me.

He noticed. His shoulders sank an inch, a more hesitant expression blooming.

No, I wasn’t doing that. Not putting him off because I was scared. Aside from my fear, my body was buzzing, heat lighting me up. I was alive with total lust, my breasts heavy and a growing ache at the juncture of my legs.

I jumped up and marched over. Took his hand and yanked him inside, closing us in. Then I guided him back to the bed. Knelt in front of him on the rug.

Jackson sat on my quilt, his gaze locked on me.

Neither of us spoke.

No sounds but the rush of blood in my ears.

If I said another word, I’d give away my utter panic and he’d run a mile. Instead, I picked up the sex list sheet and held it up, tapping a finger to the second part of the top line.

I was going to blow him.

Jackson focused on the words then took a shuddering inhale. But he didn’t budge.

This was on me to own.

Like he did to me earlier, I took hold of the waistband of his jeans and popped the button, relief instant that I didn’t fumble it or the zipper. Gesturing for him to lift, I pulled his jeans down his long legs, leaving him in just his black boxer shorts.

I stripped those, too. His dick sprang free, already hard. Ready for me to do what I wanted to it. Wide-eyed and intimidated, I wrapped my hand around him. He was velvet-soft over a steel shaft. But so big. Obviously this would work. Everyone had sex. Except the size of him… Fitting him inside me…

Jackson’s hand slid around mine, our fingers interlacing. Guiding me, he pumped his shaft using my palm. I watched and learned, squeezing him gently, loving each little sound he made.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“Fucking magic. I don’t want to do anything that scares ye.”

“You won’t.”

I copied the action, gripping him with the same pressure he’d shown me. Jackson released me and reclined on his elbows, his gaze half-lidded and on me.

Leaning in, I licked the end of his dick, still moving my hand.

“Fuck,” he drawled.

I did it again, encasing him in my mouth. He tasted divine, and I wondered if that flavour was unique to him. Reaching for his hip, I shifted in until I was between his spread legs, positioning myself better to go deeper.

A virgin I might’ve been, but I’d watched porn. I knew the theory well ahead of anything practical.

Flattening my tongue, I glided him into my mouth, grazing him with my teeth before I worked out how not to.

Jackson panted and jacked his hips.

Holy shit. I liked every reaction. They took my blooming lust and sent spirals of pleasure through me, chasing pathways to every inch of skin I needed him to touch. This was why a blowjob had made the list. Not because it was a basic opening act, but because it felt so good. And not just for him.

I repeated the act, sucking him down. In the back of my mind, I knew there was no chance I’d be any good at this, not at the start. But he wasn’t telling me to stop.

Then his ultra-hard dick pulsed. The taste of him spread over my tongue.

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